I usually don’t have dreams. As in, the standard dream where your own self is the center of it all.

Most of my night thoughts is just my brain going, “Hey here’s a cool story idea and a long movie-like thing about why you should totally realize it.”

But last night I actually had a dream starring me. Something about a second car accident. :T

I’m only mentioning this because just now, my mom told me that we have to pick up the police report on my accident from New Brunswick for record purposes. Which to me spells, “OH SHIT!”